Page 5 of Love Triggered

My hand slides up and down my velvety length as I think about her full, pouty lips wrapped around it, making me grip it even tighter. I can’t help but wonder how good she would taste on my tongue. How incredible it would feel being so deep inside of her, pounding into her pretty pussy over and over again.

I imagine her lips leaving kisses all over my body, until she's on her knees in front of me, taking all of me in her mouth. My balls tighten and cum erupts from the tip. I lean back against the wall, my chest heaving, my legs weak beneath me from the orgasm that just ripped through my body.

Don’t worry Lainey, I’ll save you. You may hate me for what I did back then, but I would do it again to save you from my father. Now I’ll do anything to save you from Harvey Sutton.

Well, tomorrow... because right now, I need to sober up.

“Yo, bitch! Bring the sunscreen out with you! Your pale ass is going to need it,” Tara, my sister’s best friend, yells at her from the pool. Her raven hair and emerald eyes glisten in the sun, and her yellow bikini glows against her olive skin. It looks like it was made specifically for her curvy body.

I grin as I lay on my stomach on a comfy, blue striped lounge chair. It took me a while to get used to Tara’s wild personality, but I actually really like her. She’s gorgeous, outgoing, loyal, and funny. I’m glad Lya had someone like her while I was gone.

Lya lets out an annoyed grunt as she walks out of the house toward the lounger beside me. “Okay, Mom,” she spits sarcastically back at Tara. They both laugh, but the word ‘mom’ causes sadness to well up in my chest. It breaks my heart that our mom disconnected from the world and left Lya alone when I was taken.

Lya didn’t deserve that. She was just a child, who desperately needed a mother to take care of her. When Lya told me about what happened, guilt pierced right through me, knowing that I was the reason our mom lost herself in drugs, forcing Lya to grow up faster than she should have.

I thought that since I was part of the problem, going to see Mom might help, so I convinced Lya to take me to her apartment a couple weeks ago. I was surprised she still lived in the same place as when we were young, though Lya told me she doesn’t have a job anymore, so there’s no telling what she has to do to stay here. If it’s the same landlord, it wouldn’t surprise me if he takes payment other than cash—from what I can remember, he was sleazy and disgusting.

Our little visit didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. Mom didn’t answer the door, but we didn’t have to break in, because the door was left unlocked. When we walked in, she was passed out on the couch with a needle in her hand. Her short brown hair was a knotted mess and it smelled like she hadn’t showered in weeks.

When we finally got her awake, she freaked out, screaming at us, holding her needle toward us like it was a weapon. She was screaming about how I wasn’t real, that she was seeing double, and how her daughter had been taken from her forever.I mean, I guess she was seeing doubleconsidering we’re twins.

Once she calmed down, we got her to take a shower and change clothes. She was surprised to see me, but I don’t think it fully set in that I was really there, and not some fever dream. The redness of her eyes and the loose way her limbs were hanging from her body let me know she was still coming down from her latest high.

I’ve never done drugs myself, but other girls in the house would occasionally get their fix when they went out with johns. They’d have to hide their marks in places Harvey wouldn’t find, but I could always tell. The glassy look in their eyes, the broad smiles, and relaxed nature of their bodies were always a sign. Sometimes I had to help the girls with their comedowns so they wouldn’t get caught. Harvey wanted his girls clean so they could perform to “customer satisfaction,” but the torture of living there was too much for most girls to handle. Understandably so.

We eventually sat her down and talked for a while, trying to ease her into a conversation about getting help. The sweet demeanor she’d had with us after her shower quickly turned into rage. She began shrieking at us, yelling that she didn’t need help. The screams eventually turned into her throwing things, and we just had to walk away.

Seeing my mom like that was a lot to take in. I’d naively thought that my presence would help, so it broke my heart. The overwhelming sense of anger, guilt, and fear was all I could focus on. Even if I was the reason she turned to drugs, my mother still left my sister alone in the world. Lya had no one to lean on, and had to process the loss of me all by herself—Mom was supposed to be her lifeline, the person she could run to, but she decided to let herself go instead. Drugs were more important than the love and care my sister needed.

Even if Lya doesn’t want anything to do with her, I feel too guilty to give up on her. The desire to get clean isn’t always at the forefront of an addict’s mind, but with some help and support they can sometimes turn their lives around. With all the bad in the world, I’ve become jaded, but maybe my mom deserves a second chance.

The hollow look in her dark eyes told me she’s been through more than Lya and I could ever know. Her bones were poking out beneath her skin and she was as pale as a ghost. The track marks lining her arms made it obvious that she’s seen her fair share of needles—she has a serious problem. Yeah, she’s made huge mistakes, but maybe it’s time she tries to make up for those wrongs.

I have Lya and her guys, but I still feel a bit of emptiness without my mother. Lya is basically the only family I have right now, since Mom’s out of commission and we’ve never known who our father was. I don’t even think my mom knows.

“Hello, earth to Lainey...” Lya’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“I asked if you want to get in the pool with us,” Lya calls, as she makes her way to the pool.

“Yeah, I’m in.” I push myself up off the lounge chair.

Lya cannonballs into the water without a care in the world, but I make my way to the stairs on the shallow end because I have no idea how to swim. The first time I ever stepped into a pool was here at Lya’s house. Our mom never took us to a pool as a child and I sure as hell didn’t have the opportunity at Harvey’s.

The water feels amazing on this hot day in Craibridge. This city is an urban jungle, with buildings and skyscrapers everywhere. There’s no body of water anywhere close by. If you want water, then you have to be rich enough to have a pool.

I move to the side of the in-ground pool and rest my arms on the concrete. The others swim over beside me.

“What’s going on with you, Tara?” Lya asks.

“Oh, you know, just another day of working at the restaurant, with my parents trying to put me in an arranged marriage,” Tara sighs, squinting at Lya under her hand, attempting to shield her eyes from the sun.

Lya huffs a laugh. “You think they’ll ever give up?”

“Probably not. I don’t really know what I’m going to do. I don’t want to marry some man my parents pick for me.”

“What if he’s handsome and an amazing guy?” Lya teases. I haven’t known Tara long, but I can tell she doesn’t like being told what to do.

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